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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[jumpthegun]

Everywhere is less dangerous than that Pass. Still need to get through it, eventually. Maybe once they open up the next part of the spiral. Seems like they might be getting close.

We'll probably stay on this side. Waiting for them to get that damn power plant up and running and see if it does anything for the trapdoors that're still closed. If those lead to a tunnel network...

[Then that would be a godsend.]

We probably shouldn't be having this conversation while you're into the drink. Have you been topping up on water, as well? You'll have a massive headache, if you don't.

[devoutish]

Yeah. Right. So there are-- there are some supplies they're gonna need more than others.

[But John is right, now isn't a good time for too much strategy talk. Even following what Watson's saying now is a little difficult. Who's going to stay on this side...?]

I'll drink water. Make Royce drink water. Likely to be a lightweight, that one.

[jumpthegun]

Says the man slurring his words.

[John's tone is very dry.]

[devoutish]

I've had half a bottle of wine, remember.

[jumpthegun]

Half a bottle's barely anything.

[Half a bottle is a lot. John's built up a tolerance. Or he... had. Remembering his bachelor party, he'd gone half-seas over after just one or two shots along with the beer. Happier times. But Alfie doesn't know that.]

[devoutish]

Half a bottle's quite a bit.

[jumpthegun]

Eh. [The least impressed sound.] Maybe for you. I'll keep that in mind. Surprised you're light on your toes being a rum runner.

[devoutish]

Well, I-- oi.

[There's a slight scuffling sound. Royce, objecting to being called a lightweight, has given Alfie a little slap on the arm, and Alfie is retaliating.]

[jumpthegun]

[John raises a brow.]

Am I interrupting something?

[devoutish]

He thinks he's not a lightweight.

[jumpthegun]

It's okay, Royce. Alfie's a lightweight, too.

[He's helping.]

[devoutish]

Ah, fuck off.

[jumpthegun]

Make sure you both drink plenty of water before you pass out, please.

[Look at him being responsible and doctorly.]

[devoutish]

I'll take care of him.

[jumpthegun]

Sweet of you. Why don't you take care of each other? Reckon that'll get the most done.

[devoutish]

Well, that's-- yeah, that's a given, innit.

[jumpthegun]

[The way he says it makes John smile.]

Night, Alfie. I'll talk to you when you and Royce aren't shoving at each other like kids, yeah?

[devoutish]

Mm, yeah.

[He started it, Watson!!!]

[jumpthegun]

[But you deserved it, Alfie. He feels a little better, at least. And smiles to himself as he hangs up.]